Blood is the Life
Alucard: The author known as Shenlong7 does not own Hellsing or any of the characters such as myself.
The police sirens whined in the cold night like a thousand Banshees soaring through the sky on a Walpurgis Night, but it was that accursed night when evil stepped out to hunt those unsuspecting innocents that happened to feel in the mood for a moonlight stroll. That must have been why Brian Slocum had never been afraid of the night since he never counted himself as an innocent for all the times he had acted like a criminal while hiding behind the badge that he wore. Many nights were wasted by his work as a cop, not because he didn't get anywhere, to the contrary he got far, but he never got close to the truth without doing actions and taking chances that broke down the line between him and a vigilante. Instability is what he thrived on, lived on, breathed on, even thought on, and he knew not how to live any other way, but he never gave it a second chance. He didn't what he could be when he was little, since he had the intelligence for it, but he lacked the drive or motivation to get anywhere until he just settled with writing books. That lasted a good run of a popular series before he decided that he wanted to bring criminals in and at first he went through it just like he always went through life, doing everything in a half-assed way. In the end it took the death of a little girl to give him the drive he needed to fully be the detective that he was supposed to be and with each night he would find himself going down into the underworld and the truth flowed out of the streets like blood, the blood from the victims of the criminals.
Over time it had made him from that bright wonder boy of a cop who just happened to never take a bribe in his life and solve the occasional murder mystery, into a shadow of what he once was. Now he had a bush under his chin from where he didn't shave as much as he use to and his hair was a mess from all the times he had forgotten to comb it, like that morning for example. He had seem to grow an inch taller and the man who stood there watching the SWAT team gear up was more intimidating than the young man who had his face in papers. That man was a life time ago, before he had left America and gone to Northern Ireland to look after another case like the one that had gotten him motivated, another case that involved the death of a little girl. The little girl was his niece and the woman who had asked him to come and take a look at the case was his sister, the sister who had helped him during his early childhood when he needed a direction to go. Brian was a descendent of Irish immigrants, but he was just an American there who didn't know anything about the hardships of the Irish man. To them, he was a man who needed his head checked and a gun nut who was impulsive enough to make a revolver that could pierce their police cars.
"Well the boys are all suited up and ready to go," said the Chief of police as he pointed at the SWAT team. "Yuh get want you want and yuh pay the price, so if yuh get shot, don't a come crying to me."
"I understand," said Brian as he walked into the building after the SWAT team with only his revolver and a shotgun that he had kept in his trunk. "This is for you, little Alice."
"Uh swear, he gits crazier every day," cursed Police Chief Malone as he looked at the Constable who was pointing right behind him.
"Sir, yuh might want to look behind you," said the constable as he pointed to a white haired woman with a cigar dressed in a green suit and being followed by an older man with glasses dressed in a white shirt and vest with black slacks.
"Presenting, Sir Integra Winbrook Hellsing, of the Hellsing Organization," said the spectacled butler as he bowed and introduced his employer to the Police Chief.
"Uhnd just might you be wanting from us," asked Malone as he narrowed his eyes at the silver haired woman with glasses, who stood with all the authority of someone in charge of an important organization.
"I'm here to inform you that this whole operation will be handled by me and my operatives," announced Integra as a military transport vehicle that had six men and one woman in a yellow military uniform with a short skirt carrying what appeared to be an anti-tank rifle. "I'd advise you to pull out any men you have in theyaren't ghouls already."
"What the hell yuh saying you daft slag," asked the constable before he was punched by the angry police chief who shoved a piece of paper into his face.
"This paper is signed by the Prime Minister with ordrs from the queen, she has full entitlement to take over our operation so pull your men out," ordered Malone as he reached into his pocket to take his pills to prevent him from having an Ulcer.
"Sir, Alpha team is reporting two casualties and tangos that don't appear to be human," shouted the radio communications officer as he held the ear piece close to his head. "The tangos seem to be unaffected by the gun fire and are eating people alive!"
"It's as I feared, this infestation is more severe than the report suggested," said Integra as he she took the cigar out of her mouth and looked towards a tall raven haired man with large arms, dressed in a red coat and a brown blazer. His eyes were covered by sunglasses and the shadow of his wide brimmed red fedora. "Alucard, I need you and Seras to save as many lives as possible. You will be going in alone because of the severity of the situation, but I'm quite sure that you will be able to handle this."
'The vampire trash that are inside will be dealt with soon enough," assured Alucard as he vanished before the eyes of everyone into virtually nothingness.
"Are you sure that your two operatives can handle it, I mean it's a tough job for only two men," said the constable, but he could see the suspicious looks that Malone was giving the girl.
"It's always best to leave the vampires to their work," replied Integra casually as she turned to the young girl walking inside the building through the barricade that was set up.
What the fuck are those things that can take so much damage yet still get up, thought Brian in his head as he ran behind the other members of the SWAT team, the ones that hadn't already been eaten by the monsters. And now I only have about two rounds in my gun, not counting the silver rounds that someone sent me, but shit I think I forgot those at home. Great, just fucking great now what am I supposed to do, the George Romero way of getting rid of zombies doesn't work and I don't have the silver for these Night of the Living Dead rejects.
He turned back and tossed one of the smoke rounds at the things that were creeping closer towards him and he saw that it had no affect on the creatures that moved in closer. If he made it out of this he was going to go into the silver business and keep as far away as possible from Northern Ireland, as much good as it did him to come here. The next turn led down the hallway to the cafeteria of the abandoned school in which the killers decided to lock up what Brain surmised was their pets. These zombies weren't the ones causing all of the killings in Northern Ireland, these things couldn't walk a straight line in a narrow alley. The person or thing that did those killings was smart, agile and able to fit in with a crowd so he could get close to his victims, immediately the word vampire crossed into his mind and he wasn't willing to doubt it after being chased by these creatures of nightmares. Flipping in his pack, he found that he had remembered those silver bullets after all, but he wasn't going to use them just yet, not until he got his gun aimed at the cause of this.
"Holy shit," came a cry ahead of him and he saw that some man was standing in front of them with a large knife and covered in the blood of a Priest whose neck he had cut. As with the zombies that they had been shooting at for the better part of an hour, the man was not affected by the shots.
"get behind me," shouted Brian as he rushed to the front and aimed his gun at what he knew had to be the vampire or at least one of the vampires. "Take this you pointy teeth son of a bitch!"
The vampire didn't even move or feel threatened by the gun in Brian's hand as it smoothed back its long blond hair and then moved in closer to slash at Brian. With quick reflexes, Brian was able to dodge the blade, but just barely as the blade cut through his shirt and grazed the skin underneath. Brian fired a round at its left arm in retaliation and to his surprise, the bullet blew the arm off, leaving the vampire to grab at his wound and howl in pain and surprise at actually being harmed by a human. The breathing time for Brian was only a few seconds as it got pissed fairly quickly and was already coming at him again, casing Brian to run as fast as he could down the hall while the vampire ran after him, slowly gaining on him. It was like a child's nightmare come true, to be stuck in an abandoned building at night with a dangerous undead bloodsucker chasing after him with a knife, except he wasn't able to wake up from this nightmare.
"Come back here, meat bag, I only want to ripped your guts out," roared the vampire, his knife cutting through the wall as he lightly pressed the blade to the decaying wood. "You can't run from me forever and I will be able to catch up with you in a second if I wanted to, so why don't you be a good boy and stay down."
"Fuck you, you one armed, shit eating bastard," shouted Brian before he tripped down a flight of stairs that, needless to say, made his position all the shittier than it was before. Slowly and painfully, he turned his body to take aim at the vampire that hunted him, but as he turned, he found himself being thrown into the air by a monstrous effort of strength.
"So frail you humans are and so pathetic," said the vampire as he grabbed him by the throat and held him up while using his left hand to take the gun out of his hand. "Have you ever been on this side of the gun, meat sack, or is this a first for you?"
"I lost count a while back," replied Brian with a grin as he tried kicking the vampire in is face, but the vampire was unaffected by anything.
"You might have made a good vampire, if you weren't so stubborn about making things difficult," said the vampire as it started to gently squeeze Brian's windpipe. "Too bad you have to die a virgin, but I don't rape men and I seem to be out of draculinas."
"Put him down right now," shouted a young woman's voice from the top of the stairs.
"Kill him now," taunted the vampire as he pulled Brian in front of him to use him as a human shield with the gun pointed right at Brian's head. "Put the gun down and remove your clothes or this man will be without a head."
"You coward," cursed the young girl as she dropped her large anti-tank cannon down and slowly put her fingers to the buttons of her blouse. She was young, at least nineteen, with blond hair, a slim figure, large breasts, and red eyes to top it all off.
"Hey girl, don't bother," said Brian with a grin as he used the last of his strength to pull the vampire over his back and put the revolver to his stomach. Without a second thought, he pulled the trigger and sent the bullet right through his stomach and into the vampire's abdomen, the cold silver ripping through his organs as he felt it scrape his spine a bit. It went clear right through and he wouldn't be able to go to ay hospital, all he could hope for is that the girl would grant him a quick death, waiting to bleed to death with a hole that could fit a golf ball in wasn't very pleasant to him.
"Got you," shouted the girl as she picked up her gun and fired one of the large shells into the vampire's heart, destroying it completely. When the vampire was just a pile of ashes and blood, she ran towards the man who was willing to sacrifice himself for her chastity. "Oh god, I'm sorry I didn't get here in time to help you, I didn't mean to mess up like this."
"Are the rest of the men alright, the ones who survived," asked Brian as he looked at her red eyes and he started picking out all of the new details. Her skin was paler than a human's and more like that of the vampire she just killed, as were her eyes. "Well you're a vampire as well, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I was in the same situation as you, but I didn't do anything as heroic as you, he just did it himself," replied the girl as she started to see the blood pouring from his wound and she got a strange animalistic look.
"You're hungry, I can tell by the way you look at the blood," said Brian as he looked at her fangs and wandered what they would feel like on his neck.
"If I do that then you will become like me since you're a virgin," warned Seras as she held herself back from latching her mouth to his throat.
"Do it," replied Brian and that was all she needed to hear as she sunk her teeth into his veins and slowly drained the blood from him, his eyes looking at everything about her appearance.
"It is taking Seras too long to take out one vampire," said an agitated Integra as she chewed at the cigar butt that was in her mouth. "The other SWAT members came out fine so why is this taking so long, Alucard, you said your fledgling could handle it."
"The matter seems to have also brought us a benefit," replied Alucard as he pointed to the young fledgling helping the last detective out of the building, but it was something about his words that made something about it not right.
"I'm sorry to report a failure to save the detective, "said Seras as she tried to find some way of explaining what she had done to the man in her arms.
"I can see the detective in your arms right there, what are you saying Victoria," asked Integra with a vein popping on her head in anger.
"Detective did not survive encounter with vampire and should be reassigned to Hellsing," said Seras as she looked at Integra, waiting for her employer to explode on her the second she exhaled.
"Well at least we got something out of it, but never do this again," said Integra as she walked away and turned her head slightly to say, "Load him up and take him to his room."
This is not goign to be a very long fan fic just to tell you, but it will set the stage for a bigger fan fic that I plan to write.